Herald of Hedonism

26, Harrisonburg VA, They/Them pronouns In terms of relationships I'm looking for someone to go into battle with

[mommyameliestorycorner]

The Great Soggy Escape

“Oh-ho, where do you think you’re going, little mister?” I tease, watching my little one crawl away with a telltale crinkle and a saggy-bottomed waddle.

He doesn’t answer—just keeps scooting forward, knees pressing into the soft blanket, his padded bottom swaying with every determined movement. Oh, he’s trying so hard to make a getaway, but all I can do is smile. Because really, what’s cuter than this?

This is the same little boy who used to whine the moment his diaper got even the tiniest bit wet. Who used to pout and squirm at the mere idea of staying soggy. And now? Now he’s actively crawling away from his fresh, dry diapee like it’s some kind of punishment. Oh, how things change.

I reach out and give his squishy bottom a little pat, just enough to make it squish in a way I know he feels. “Uh-oh, someone’s a soggy little thing,” I coo. “And yet… you’re running away from a change? My, my, what happened to all those ‘icky diapee’ complaints, hmm?”

A tiny huff, a wiggle of his hips, but no answer. He knows exactly what I’m getting at.

“You know, I don’t mind letting you stay soggy,” I continue, amusement lacing my voice. “I mean, if my baby wants to waddle around with a big, swollen diaper all afternoon, who am I to stop him?”

That gets a pause.

He glances back at me, eyes wide, like he’s actually considering it. Oh, the little stinker.

But I see the hesitation, that little flicker of indecision. Because as much as he thinks he wants to keep crawling around all squishy, we both know the moment his diaper starts to really droop, he’s going to get all shy and fussy.

I inch closer, slowly, playfully, like a lioness circling her prey. “Buuuut,” I sing, wiggling my fingers, “that does mean I get to tease you about your big, soggy bottom all day long.”

His whole body tenses, like he’s debating making a last-minute dash for it. But before he can, I swoop in, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into my lap. He lets out a dramatic little whine, kicking his sock-covered feet, but I just giggle, rocking him gently.

“Aww, my little squish,” I murmur, giving his diaper a few playful pokes. “Such a soggy escape artist.”

He pouts, but the warmth in his cheeks tells me everything.

“Alright, stinker,” I chuckle, “let’s get that bum all dry again. You can go back to being my squirmy little troublemaker after, deal?”

A sigh. A wiggle. And then, at last, a tiny, reluctant nod.

The photo is take with permisson from @diaperdino77

[diaperdino77]

Hey, that's me!🩵🙃

[lilqtboy]

Daddy said I needed to be changed. 😈🤫😶‍🌫️

[toreabdl]

The best part of staying at a friend’s house is falling asleep and waking up to them cuddling you 🥰😴🧸🧸

[cookie-goodboy]

It didn't have to be like this...

- I had to put you in spiked booties because you tried to run away.

- I had to pacifier gag you because you kept talking back.

- I had to strap you to the changing table because you kept resisting.

- I had to use the locking diaper cover because you kept taking them off.

- I had to lock a chastity belt on you because you kept touching yourself inappropriately.

- I had to take your phone away because you kept trying to call for help.

- I had to put parental locks on the TV because you kept watching shows for grownups.

- I had to strap your mittens on because you kept putting your hands where they didn't belong.

This would be easier if you would just behave.

[babydou17]

I’m the daddy of a little one myself, I’m thinking of taking that step into changing the dynamic of the relationship further . We have an ages and stages thing going on due to my stinkers love of demotion / losing privileges play (there is nothing cuter than watching someone genuinely pout at the fact they lost the privallage of watching power rangers and are being switched to bluey for the next week) . The kiddo has recently expressed they’re really happy with how it’s going (we’re about 6 months in to them genuinely living a 24/7 baby lifestyle ) but there are still a couple of teething pains so to speak and I was wondering how you navigate these?.

1. Public paci usage - I’ve got my little tyke hooked back on his paci for regulation and comfort and he basically never takes it out his gob, this has lead to a couple of unfortunate incidents and tantrums where the boy won’t want to wear it in public ( say for example a cinema showing of Thomas the tank engine) but his behaviour worsens and he gets very anxious, I don’t want to not ever let him leave the nursery again 😆 as I think those moments in public where he fully realises that this is his life now are incredibly affirming / beneficially reinforcing for him, but I also dislike how much genuine worry it causes him.

2. New - I’ve found someone! Got drinking at an abdl event we hit it off, they were incredibly well receptive of the lifestyle dynamic all good. Went on a couple date. Introduced her to the kiddo all good. Something to note is I’m bisexual and this person is woman, my toddler back when he was allowed to be a grown up identified as gay. This dynamic is making his little head spin slightly, do you have any ideas or notions on to help make him feel more at home with his mummy. The little man is currently on a liquid diet and my girlfriend did suggest that she’d be comfy taking lactation supplements so she could nurse him which he has expressed interest in before (idk I’d just love your opinion generally on this as it’s a very unique situation that you also seem to have an insight into)

3 - I’d also just love a breakdown of the small reinforcements you push onto your little one to help keep him in headspace, it was really hard for ours at the beginning to let go and whilst he’s come leaps and bounds into understanding he is not a big-boy anymore it still does occasionally rear its ugly head. The wand with baby food is inspired and we have adopted it! Is there anything else or similar you do that helps keeps your little one’s head nice and correct that I could pinch from you 😆

All the best

Daddy Al

Well, that is a very detailed question if I’ve ever seen one! Thanks very much for asking, I always enjoy diving deep into our dynamic, so that’s ideal.

1. The "paci in public" situation has never really been an issue with my little one. He does love using his paci during the day or night, but isn’t attached to it to the point of needing it in public. That’s something I’ve always paid attention to because I try to be mindful of others around us and wouldn’t like it to be too obvious. Of course, there’s in reality nothing wrong with someone using a pacifier, but it could be surprising or disturbing to some and I wouldn’t want them to be affected by it. That’s only my opinion. How about putting his pacifier in his pocket for reassurance, or replacing it by another way to soothe him such as a small plushie or babyish keychain? Do you hold his hand in the street? Thats definitely something I recommend and do with my little guy. Nothing more reassuring than holding daddy’s hand in public. Otherwise if you have a car, I guess a pacifier inside isn’t an issue and could be a temporary fix to make him feel better!

2. Congratulations on meeting someone, that’s exciting and will for sure bring a new side of your relationship which will be full of experiences. That is something I have also been experiencing the last few months as I also met someone (Woohoo!🎉). You may have seen a few hints in my previous posts, especially when I talked about an “extra pair of hands” to deal with my pamperpacker. 😉 The only difference is that the person I met is a man, so there’s no shift as major as in your dynamic, but the end result is the same. It is very tough for a little one to get used to someone new. Just think about it. You start as a couple, then slowly regress him and now he has to share you as well? Tough! But this is what they need and what will make them happy eventually. However, this must be a common agreement between the two of you that he is OK with it. Once this is agreed, you’ll need to go step by step. Start with a meeting during the day with the three of you, then with a dinner, a picnic, a movie night. Small moments that will help you all bond together and form a “family spirit”. Then once he has gotten used to it a little more, how about your new partner staying overnight? That will be another kind of emotions for your little one. And from then, keep adding little steps to ease into this new lifestyle. Do not force things and make it natural. Don’t go too quick into giving your partner responsibilities with your little one, otherwise that may quickly become too overwhelming for both parts! The time will come and it will be all the more enjoyable and rewarding.

It is all about taking time and making sure everyone is happy and comfortable. I’d be happy to share more about how my little guy and new partner got used to being around each other so that our little family got together nicely! Would you all be interested?

3. Of course, there are a lot of ways to get your little back into the right headspace. I’m glad the wand and babyfood combo was a great inspiration!

Other suggestions that come to mind would be:

- to encourage your little one to babble;

- to set a chart with weekly “babyish” objectives such as having a drooly bib, filling his Pamps, eating with his hands, playing with certain toys, color and animal learning with daddy, etc;

- make sure to use humbling and embarrassing sentences such as “you’re too little for that”, “this is for big boys only”, “do you think someone who messes his Pamps gets to do this?”. There’s never too many of them. Always good to remind him of his place, and blushy cheeks are always cute!

- create a routine around something that you know will make him feel little instantly. More than 2 years ago when I started this new lifestyle with my kiddo, I bought him a classic sticker book where he could create his own animal character and dress them up with the silliest outfits. It was a random purchase and I never thought it would become a routine and something that we would still do together every week to this day! He is now always in a little’s headspace, but whenever I feel like there may be a tiny bit of big boyness trying to sneak past his paddings, I bring out the sticker book, put him on my lap and he falls right back into being a little boy. It will be your job to find what could be the trigger, but it is a lovely thing to have. Kind of like a superpower 😉

I hope this helps, thanks again for those great questions.

- Daddy

[melbdiaperboydavey]

From a while back

[babypudge]

"There you go, buddy-boy, that locking wrist leash should keep you from bouncing away from me while we break in your new denim romper with a full day of errands. I'm thinking we'll hit Costco first - you know how busy it gets on the weekend - maybe we'll swing by Target afterwards if those wipes I like are out of stock again. Then lunch at Chuck E. Cheese, if you're good. The car is getting pretty dirty, so we'll stop by the self-service car wash. I might even let you work the sprayer and see what it's like to soak something other than your Huggies for once..."

"After that, we just need to swing by the UPS Store to pick up all those booster pads that arrived while we were at Grandma's last week and go to the grocery store - seeing as someone already went through all his Gerber Grain & Grow Puffs. Naturally, there'll be a diaper change at some point along the way - I would say that exactly when that'll happen is up to you, but we both know that it's way out of your control these days!

C'mon, squishy butt, the Daddy Express isn't leaving the station without your crinkly caboose strapped into the carseat - and Tigger too!"

[babypudge]

Reblogging this post since I've updated it with a wet diaper edit previously exclusive to my BlueSky account.

Side note, you can consider pretty much any of my posts with this kind of caption as canon within the world of Petey Pottypants, if you want.

[babyantboy]

[mommygloww]

Can you believe this is enough to make him cum? 💦💖

[adultbabystories]

Somewhere Far - Part 6

Oliver crawled on the wooden floor, just behind Garry. From the main door, after a short hallway, they reached the main living room. The house was well-lit with natural light coming from the windows. The ceiling was high, the furniture looked big, and Oliver felt small. He never had experience with that perspective, being that low on the ground, looking up, crawling. His nakedness added to his vulnerability. 

An older gentleman, well dressed, standing above him in the man’s big house, while he was naked on the floor, looking up, and having an uncontrolled erection. He felt degraded, he felt like the man’s plaything. Was he a toy to play with? A baby to handle? A person to be owned? 

“Over here, tag along,” said Garry.

Garry led Oliver inside the house, and behind Garry, Oliver saw a door at the end of the hallway, with a colorful sign decorating it. ”NURSERY”

”I got it ready for your arrival, so from the first second you’ll crawl in, we will start. The moment I open the door, I want you to crawl in and take it all. This is all for you, because you need it, and because I want it.” Garry explained.

”But before it all happens, I need to do something, I need to mark you as mine. Just a little mark, a… metaphorical one. From my experience, this little act will enhance this moment. Face the door on all fours and spread your legs a bit,” he told Oliver.

Nervously, Oliver did what he was told. What was going on? How is he going to be marked?

”Look at me,” Garry ordered.

Looking up, their gazes crossed. Garry's face was dead serious and silent. Oliver’s were worrying. Garry took his hand and grabbed one of Oliver’s butt cheeks, which made Oliver tremble a bit. Then with the same hand, he reached for Oliver’s mouth and softly inserted his thumb into the man’s lips, which Oliver reluctantly took. 

His penis shook in excitement.  After a second, Garry took the same thumb and gave it a long lick with his own tongue. It seemed like he was adding more saliva than taking Oliver’s.

Oliver looked at that man and thought to himself, what kind of ceremonies does this man have.

Suddenly, Garry ordered,” Open your legs, now”.

Garry’s thumb touched the start of Oliver’s crack and slowly found its way to the man’s hole, leaving a wet and sticky trail of the two men’s saliva. 

The slippery thumb slowly and softly began to play with the hole. Searching for a way in.

All this time, Oliver was unaware that Garry had taken a knee down to his side. He only noticed when Garry whispered to his ear ”Thank me baby - say thank you, Daddy”.

”Thank you Daddy,” Oliver said, and he felt the thumb creeping inside of him a bit.

”Again”

”Thank you Daddy,” his voice broke.

”Again, but so softly I don’t even want to hear your voice,” Garry whispered so quietly into his ear that he almost couldn’t hear him.

”Thank you DADDY!” as Oliver whispered, the thumb found its way inside.

”Ahhhhhhhh,” Oliver moaned, his arms crumbled and his upper body and head collapsed to the floor. His arms and head were lying still in front of the nursery’s door, while his ass was up, and had Garry's thumb stuck in it.

Beneath him, drops of precum left his throbbing erection and fell to the floor.

Garry was kneeling next to his new boy. He knew that every baby loves the opening ceremony. 

[ameliemommy]

Lights, Camera, Diaper

The email had been sitting in your inbox for three days. "Urgent Call: Pampers Men Commercial Casting." You’d laughed when Sarah first showed it to you, tossing your phone onto the couch like it was a joke. "Yeah, right. Like I’d ever do that." But she’d just smirked, her fingers already tapping away on her laptop, pulling up the details. "Babe, it’s five grand for a day’s work. And you’d be perfect for it."

You’d rolled your eyes. "Perfect for a diaper commercial? Really?"

Sarah had just grinned. "You’re hot, you’re confident, and you’ve got that whole ‘all-American jock’ thing going on. They want someone who looks like he’s never worn a diaper. Irony sells, baby."

You’d scoffed, but the number had stuck in your head. Five thousand dollars. That was rent for two months. A new set of weights for your home gym. A weekend in Vegas with the guys. And all you had to do was… this.

Now, standing under the blinding studio lights, the reality of it hits you like a sack of bricks. The diaper is thicker than you expected. Not just a thin pad, but a full, crinkling monstrosity that swallows your ass whole. The tape is snug, the leg holes tight around your thighs, and every time you shift, the plastic rustles like a damn announcement: "Look at me. I’m wearing a diaper."

The set is designed to look like a cozy living room, plush couch, a coffee table with a half-empty mug, a TV playing some generic sitcom in the background. But the real focus is the oversized baby blanket spread out on the floor, right in the center of the shot. Your spot. Your throne.

Sarah sits in a director’s chair, her legs crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She’s loving this. You can tell. She’s the one who pushed for you to take the job, who drove you here this morning, who whispered "You’re gonna do great, baby" as they led you to wardrobe. And now she’s watching you like this is the most entertaining thing she’s ever seen.

The director, a no-nonsense woman in her fifties named Linda, claps her hands. "Alright, Jake. Let’s get you in position. We’re going for ‘relaxed.’ Like you’re at home, just lounging in your diaper. Natural. Comfortable."

You force a laugh. "Yeah, because that’s exactly how I spend my Sundays."

Linda doesn’t even crack a smile. "Just follow the script. You’ll do fine."

The script. Right. The script that involves you sitting on a blanket, bouncing your knees, and pretending like this is normal. Like any red-blooded American guy would choose to spend his afternoon in a diaper, sipping juice from a sippy cup.

The camera starts rolling. The voiceover begins, smooth and reassuring: "Tired of accidents getting in the way of your life? Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection."

You’re supposed to react—laugh, look embarrassed, then embrace it. So you do. You force a grin, shifting your weight from foot to foot, letting the diaper crinkle loudly under your shorts. The sound echoes in the studio, and you can feel the crew’s eyes on you. A few of them are trying not to laugh. One guy in the back is outright smirking.

"Cut!" Linda calls. "Jake, you look like you’re about to bolt for the door. We need happy. We need confident."

Sarah stands up, walking over to you. She presses a hand to your chest, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. "Babe, you’re tensing up. Relax. It’s just a diaper." She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one."

You raise an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

She smirks. "Haven’t you noticed? The world’s changing. Guys are starting to… accept things." She gestures vaguely around the studio. "Hell, I bet half the women here have a boyfriend or a husband who wears at least pull-ups now. It’s trendy."

You scoff. "Trendy? Since when?"

"Since now," she says, poking your chest. "Since companies realized there’s a market for it. Since women realized they like taking care of their men. Since guys like you realized it’s easier to just… let go."

You open your mouth to argue, but Linda cuts in. "Jake, we’re rolling again. This time, commit."

The second take is worse.

This time, they want you to sit. Not just stand there, shifting uncomfortably, but plop your ass down on that ridiculous blanket, legs splayed, the diaper on full display. You hesitate, but the script says to do it, so you lower yourself down, the padding squishing beneath you. The crinkle is deafening. The crew laughs. Your face burns.

The voiceover continues, "Pampers for Men: because real strength is knowing when to let go."

And then… it happens.

A warmth spreads through the padding, slow and inevitable. You freeze. No. No, no, no. But it’s too late. The wetness indicators darken, the heat seeping into the gel core, the diaper swelling even more between your legs. The crew erupts into applause. Linda grins. "Perfect! That’s the shot!"

Sarah claps, her laughter ringing out. "Oh my god, Jake, you actually peed!" Her voice is a mix of delight and teasing, and you can feel your face turning red.

The camera stops rolling, but the damage is done. The diaper is heavy, sagging with the proof of your humiliation. And the worst part? No one seems shocked. No one’s horrified. If anything, they’re impressed.

Linda steps forward, adjusting your shirt. "That was exactly what we needed. Authentic. Relatable." She pats your shoulder. "You’re a natural, Jake."

Sarah crouches in front of you, her eyes sparkling. She presses a hand to your soaked diaper, her fingers tracing the swollen padding. "See? Not so bad, is it?" Her voice is soft, almost proud. "You look so cute like this. I bet you could get used to it."

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat. Because as you sit there, dripping, the weight of the diaper between your legs doesn’t feel wrong. It feels… right. The warmth, the security, the way Sarah’s looking at you like you’re hers… it’s intoxicating.

Lunch break. You’re still in the diaper, For continuity," Linda had said, sitting on a folding chair in the corner of the studio, a sandwich in one hand, a juice box in the other. The crew is scattered around, some eating, some scrolling on their phones. A few of them keep glancing your way, smirking.

Sarah plops down next to you, stealing a fry from your plate. "So. What do you think?"

You take a bite of your sandwich, chewing slowly. "I think I just made a fool of myself in front of a room full of strangers."

She laughs. "You loved it."

"I did not."

"Liar." She nudges your shoulder. "You felt it. The way it… fits." She gestures to your lap. "Admit it. It’s nice. Not having to worry about anything."

You want to argue, but the truth is, she’s not wrong. There’s something… freeing about it. No pressure. No expectations. Just the thick padding, the snug fit, the way it holds you.

A guy from the lighting team walks by, nodding at you. "Nice work, man. My brother wears ‘em. Says it’s the best decision he ever made."

You blink. "Your… brother?"

He shrugs. "Yeah. Started with pull-ups, then moved to full diapers. His girlfriend loves it. Says he’s way more relaxed now." He grins. "Plus, no more laundry stains, you know?"

You stare at him, your sandwich forgotten in your hand. "That’s… a thing?"

"Oh yeah," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "You’d be surprised how many guys are switching over. One at a time, you know? Like a… I dunno, a movement."

Sarah smirks. "Told you."

The afternoon drags on. More takes. More sitting. More crinkling. By the fifth hour, you’ve stopped caring about the crew’s laughter. You’ve stopped caring about the camera. You’ve even stopped caring about the fact that you’re soaking wet and have been for most of the day.

Because here’s the thing: It feels good.

Not just the diaper, the attention. The way Sarah keeps touching you, adjusting your shirt, whispering in your ear. The way Linda keeps praising you, telling you you’re nailing it. The way the crew has gone from smirking at you to… respecting you. Like you’re part of some exclusive club.

By the final take, you’re bouncing on the blanket, laughing as the voiceover plays for the hundredth time. "Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection." You’re not acting anymore. You’re living it.

And when Linda finally calls "That’s a wrap!" and the crew starts packing up, you don’t move. You just sit there, the wet diaper clinging to you, the blanket beneath you, the rightness of it all settling into your bones.

Sarah kneels in front of you, her hands on your knees. "So… what do you think? Ready to sign a permanent contract?"

You look down at yourself, the soaked padding, the way it clings to you, the way it shouldn’t feel so good.

This isn’t just a commercial.

This is you now.

[imaginepup]

f u s s y b a b y

[babyganymede]

Waking up in a favourite nappy and a favourite onesie just hits differently. 🧸✨

Everything is cosy. Everything is comfy. Everything is right with the world.

Unfortunately, real life is calling and I probably need to get ready for the day.

Billy says I should just go to work like this.

I’m starting to think Billy might be a bad influence… 🐻😂

[babyfur95-deactivated20231208]

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[babydou17]

"The Life!" - Chapter 5 (Remastered)

You can find other chapters by searched #TheLifeABDL on our blog.

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Peter and Mark look at each other smiling, delighted by Jake’s answer. Finally they had found the missing link to their family. So much planning and spendings without any positive outcome until this very moment.

Their efforts paid off.

Not without any emotion, Peter looks at Mark unfold the first of many many thick paddings Jake will be wearing from now on. “Lift up your bum please buddy.”

Jake follows the instruction and tries to relax as a Pamp is being placed under his bottom. For the very first time, someone was putting him in a diapee. His absolute dream! He had never heard of ABDL less than two years ago and is now being babied by not only one but two daddies. How quickly things change… he thinks to himself.

Needless to say that this whole situation got him extremely excited and what his daddies now call “his little willy”, “peepee” or “naughty bits” was definitely not hiding his excitement.

“Now JayJay, we will have to do something about this”, Mark says pointing at Jake’s hard-on. He then opens a drawer and grabs a brand new flashy yellow chastity cage. “As stated on your new rules, your peepee will be locked at all times in this little thing. I hope you like yellow because you will be seeing this every single day.” Mark chuckles.

“Do not worry though, Daddy and I will probably have to buy smaller-sized ones after some time and we promise to change the color for a bit of diversity!”

Peter gently grabs Jake’s very excited member and slowly motions it up and down.

“For this time only, we will do it like big boys do. Just so we can get this tiny bit of big boyness left in your body out and get this cage on.”

Peter continues his motion slowly and gently, seeing that Jake could burst at any moment, clearly overstimulated by everything happening to him.

As he sees a first sign of Jake about to finish and feels tension in his hand, he stops stroking.

Jake climaxes and expects his Daddy to keep going but his orgasm ends up ruined in a few seconds. He is beyond frustrated after so much anticipation since entering this house and is left panting and with a sticky puddle on his tummy. “Wh…why daddy ? Why did you stop ?”, he says flustered.

“Oh I’m sorry kiddo, I knew you would not like it the big boy way. That’s simply proves it’s not for you. I promise you will enjoy your next stickies better.” Peter replies while Mark struggles to contain his laugh. He did not know Peter could be so imaginative in his daddy role. That was bit mean from Peter but all for the best.

With this, Peter grabs a few wipes and cleans Jake’s sticky tummy. Mark then immediately places the cage over Jake’s now soft member and locks it in place.

Peter snaps a few pictures of the whole diapering process. “This will go into the book of baby’s firsts with Papa and Daddy!”

Once locked, the diapering becomes much easier. Despite a bit of hesitation from Mark and Peter since this is also their first time, Jake is quickly powdered and diapered into a thick Peekabu.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Shouts Peter. “Our little JayJay lost a guessing game earlier when we arrived and should be double-diapered tonight!”

Mark laughs and looks at Peter grabbing a second Peekabu diaper. “Whatever you want honey! We won’t be running out anytime soon. Can you finish preparing him while I go set-up the living room ?”.

Peter nods and gets to work while Mark goes downstairs to finally take out the playpen and highchair which have been stored in the attic for months.

Jake lays on his changing table in his fresh double-padding and tries to get accustomed to his new plastic companion inside his Pamps. He still is frustrated from his ruined orgasm but is already getting excited again in his cage. This time, daddy and papa won’t be able to see it at least…

Peter picks out a matching set of onesie and footies with jungle prints and lovingly puts them on Jake.

“How are you feeling babyboy ?” He asks while snapping the onesie’s crotch snaps and zipping up the soft footed pajamas . “Are you happy ?”

Jake nods “Yes daddy but can I ask something ?”

Peter finishes dressing up his kiddo and looks at him in the eyes. “Of course little one, you can always ask anything to Daddy and Papa. What is it ?”

“I just wonder… why should my uhm… peepee be locked up? It’s not comfortable.”

“Aww, I know sweetie, it’s hard. You will get used to it I promise. Daddy and Papa just need to make sure you are being a good boy.

Do you remember when you told me during our online chats that whenever you made stickies you did not feel like a babyboy anymore and did not want to wear a diapee ? That can’t happen now, can it ? You need to be a good boy for Daddy and Papa all the time now. No breaks from filling your pants!

Also, this is simply the logical way of things. Babies do not get happy in their Pamps and that will be the same for you. Papa and I know that you will still have urges, so we will make sure to remove this icky tiny bit of big boyness in you from time to time, but that will be with your cage on and into your diapees, without exception.

Big boy fun is for Papa and Daddy only.

However, when Papa and Daddy are having their fun in their room, they will sometimes keep some special milkies just for you to have in your baba so that one day, in a long long time, you may be able to potentially think about being a big boy again. But that’s not for now buddy.”

Jake did not expect this answer at all and is left speechless and nervous. “B..but daddy, what do you mean by special milkies ?”

“Well…while when you have naughty fun your peepee makes stickies, Papa and Daddy’s make milkies. You will never have to do anything with daddy and papa but we will keep the milkies for you Buddy. This is important and will help you be a good boy.”

“But how will you keep the… milkies ?” Jake asks.

Peter goes into the master bedroom and comes back showing Jake an package of condoms. “How are these called JayJay?”

“Uh…condoms, Daddy.”

Peter gives Jake a stern look. “That’s not an appropriate word for you sweetie, how about… big boy balloons? Yes, that’s how we’ll call these from now on. So… Papa and Daddy will make milkies in those big boy balloons just for you, that’s how it will work.”

Jake blushes and makes a weird face, lost between the fear of this new step but also with a throbbing chastity cage. It is a lot of new steps in his life but also what he knows he needs and crave.

“Don’t worry little one, we will do it step by step, I promise. All Papa and I want is your happiness. Just be a good boy and everything will be alright.”

Mark calls from downstairs : “what are you guys doing ? Everything is ready!”

“Oh! Let’s not make Papa wait any longer” Peter murmurs to Jake while putting his pacifier back in his mouth. “We’re coming honey!”

Peter looks at the time and picks up Jake in his arms “6pm already ! Let’s show you everything downstairs and get some dindins in your belly shall we ? But to start the daddy train and head downstairs, a paci kiss is requested for payment!"

Jake giggles and gives a kiss on his daddy’s left cheek.

“Choo choo, welcome aboard our Daddy Train Mr. BabyJay, our next stop is : Downstairs !” Peter says playfully as he sees his boy slowly breaking his big boy shell to let his true self come out.

“Yaaaay!” shouts Jake.

To be continued.

[overprotective-abdl-daddy]

A good example

You are lying on your stomach on the changing table, completely naked except for the soft, pastel-blue baby bonnet tied snugly under your chin and the pacifier plugged firmly in your mouth. Your legs are kicked up in the air, your bottom high and exposed. Today Daddy has an important task for his little baby.

Daddy walks into the room, his eyes immediately fixating on your bare bottom. "Good boy," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "You're looking so perfect for your special treatment. Today I have a very important job for you kiddo, you're going to be the example today. Our little friend is coming over, and you're going to show them how a good baby fills his pampers."

He reaches out and gently strokes your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. You hum into the pacifier, letting him know you're ready for your special preparation.

Daddy moves behind you, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift your legs higher. He picks up the small, foil-wrapped suppository and tears it open, coating it in a slick, cool gel.

"Relax, little one," he murmurs. "Daddy's going to take good care of your bottom. Open big for Daddy, so you can be a good example."

He starts with gentle pats your bottom, his hand warm and firm against your exposed cheeks. Pat, pat, pat. The rhythm is calming, making you melt into the mattress. His thumb traces the line between your cheeks, a slow, teasing path that makes you whimper into your pacifier.

"That's my good baby," he coos.

He presses the cool, slick tip against your tight opening, holding it there, letting you get used to the sensation. Then, slowly, carefully, he starts to push it in. The pressure is intense, a deep, full feeling that makes you gasp. Once the suppository is fully inside you, he keeps his finger pressed against your entrance, his knuckles nestled between your cheeks.

"Shhh," he whispers. "Just stay like that for a little while. Let it dissolve. Let your body get used to it. Daddy's right here with you."

You can feel the suppository starting to melt inside you, a warm, spreading heat. Daddy's finger is a constant, reassuring pressure. He starts to move his finger slightly, a slow, gentle rocking motion that sends waves of pleasure through you.

"That's it, baby," he coos. "Just let go. Let Daddy take care of everything. You're such a good baby for me."

Finally, he slowly pulls his finger out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more. He gently lowers your legs and reaches for a fresh, thick diaper. He unfolds it with a loud crinkle and slides it beneath your bare bottom, fastening it securely around your hips. He gives your freshly diapered bottom a soft pat. "There we go," he says, "all ready for our guest."

He lifts you off the table and carries you to the living room, setting you down on a large, soft playmat. You can already feel a warmth starting to bloom in your belly, a deep, insistent pressure building low in your guts. The suppository is working.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Daddy smiles. "That must be our little friend, he is new being a baby so I need you to be extra good today little one" he says, going to the door. He opens it to another Daddy, who has an adult baby in his arms, dressed in a thick, crinkling diaper and a onesie.

"Thanks for watching him," the other Daddy says, handing over the diaper bag. "He's still a bit shy about using his diaper properly, so I'm hoping seeing your baby will help him along. You'll be the babysitter for both of them today?"

"Of course," your Daddy replies with a confident smile. "My baby will be the perfect example. He will learn from the best."

The other Daddy leaves, and your Daddy carries the new baby over to the playmat, setting them down beside you. The other baby looks at you with wide, curious eyes from behind his pacifier, but he also looks incredibly nervous, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his onesie.

"Look," your Daddy says to the other baby. "You have a new friend to play with. This is my very good baby. He is going to show you how to be a good boy"

Daddy sits on the couch, watching you both. He turns on the TV, putting on a colorful baby show with singing cartoon animals. He starts handing out small, soft teething toys for you both to play with. The atmosphere is calm and normal, just a casual playdate.

The pressure in your gut is becoming unbearable. You can't hold it anymore. With a soft grunt muffled by your pacifier, you relax. A torrent of warmth floods your diaper, followed by a deep, squelching mess that fills the seat of your padding. You did it. You filled your diaper for Daddy, in front of your new friend, setting the perfect example.

The other baby watches you, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and embarrassment. He crossed his legs tightly, his face turning a deep shade of red. He is clearly trying to hold it in, his body tense with the effort.

Your Daddy notices. He gets up and walks over, kneeling behind the other baby. He starts giving them gentle, rhythmic pats on his thickly padded bottom. "Come on, little one," he coos softly. "Don't be shy. Just like your friend, You can do it too."

The other baby shakes his head, whimpering around his pacifier. He is fighting it, his little body trembling with the effort of holding back. He even try to push his diaper with his hands.

Daddy chuckles, a low, teasing sound. "Oh, we have a fussy baby, don't we? That's okay. Daddy knows just how to help fussy little hands." He reaches into the diaper bag and pulls out a pair of soft, baby mittens. He gently takes the other baby's hands and puts the mittens on, tying them securely. "There we go. You can't hold it in forever, you know. The more you fight it, the more it's going to hurt. Just let go. That's why you are well padded so don't try to take off your pampers or in will tell your daddy you're misbehaving"

He then pulls out his phone, aiming the camera at the other baby. "I think I need to send a picture to your Daddy. Proof that you're learning to use your diaper like a good baby. He'll be so proud."

The threat of being photographed as proof is too much. The other baby's resolve crumbles. With a loud, humiliating whimper, he finally relaxes, and a mess fills his diaper with a soft squelch. He buries his face in his hands, but the mittens make it a clumsy, ineffective gesture. His body shakes with embarrassment.

Your Daddy laughs, a warm, proud sound. "Well, well," he says, lowering his phone after snapping a few pictures. "It seems I have two little stinkers on my hands. Now, it's time for your changes. This is just what babies do, no need to be embarrassed."

He doesn't even bother with the changing table. He just lays out a large, waterproof mat on the living room floor, right in front of the couch. He picks you up first, laying you down on the mat. He untapes your messy diaper, pulling it open and exposing you to the cool air of the room. There is no privacy. The other baby is sitting right there, watching everything, his face still buried in his mitted hands.

Daddy takes his time, wiping you clean with warm, wet wipes. He's thorough, making sure every inch of you is spotless. Once you're clean, Daddy powders you liberally, the scent filling the air, and tapes you into a fresh, thick diaper and plastic pants showing how babyish you're.

Then it's the other baby's turn. Daddy picks them up and lays them down on the mat right beside you. You can see everything: the messy diaper, the careful cleaning, the generous powdering. The other baby keeps his eyes squeezed shut, his face turned away, but there is no escaping the public, thorough cleaning. The mittens make it impossible for them to cover themselves properly.

Once you are both clean and securely diapered, Daddy sits you both up on the playmat. "Now that your tummies are happy, my babies need some food," he announces cheerfully. He carries you both over to two large, wooden high chairs set up in the dining area. He straps you in, the buckle clicking into place with a finality that feels both comforting and inescapable. He then ties a large, plastic bib around your neck, one with cartoon animals on it. You look over and see the other baby being strapped into his own high chair, a matching bib being tied around his neck.

Being a good boy and an example was starting to feel even better, you realize. You were getting extra attention, extra praise, and extra care. It felt good to be Daddy's special baby.

Just then, the doorbell rings again. Your Daddy goes to the door, and it's the other baby's Daddy.

"Oh, I think I arrived just in time for dinner!" the other Daddy says, peering into the dining area. "Thanks for the photos, now I can show my good diaperfiller to everyone" he adds, looking directly at the other baby, who turns an even deeper shade of red, if that's even possible.

"Thanks for taking care of both of them," the other Daddy says to your Daddy.

"No problem," your Daddy replies with a warm smile. "We could take them to play at the park next weekend”.

You looked at each other, knowing He were about to be publicly exposed as Daddy brought the spoon to your mouths, making airplane sounds. Did embarrassment matter now? Just look at you in your big diaper, bib eating in a high chair after your friend and his Daddy are watching, you're a baby now and you're the goodest boy for being an example for your little friend, you better behave or you're gonna end with mittens too.

Story based on @utahbabyboy babyish pictures and cuteness.